Novel By Anthony Hope Novels & Stories

No acknowledgment of my humanity. He asks for the whiskey. The pain that hits me isn't sharp like a slap. It’s dull and heavy. It’s the feeling of drowning when you thought you’d found a raft. To Spadino, I am a toy to be broken. To Aureliano, I am a receipt to be burned. To Ciro, I am nothing at all. Hope is a dangerous thing in this house. It’s a poison worse than cyanide, because it kills you slowly. It makes you think you can survive the monsters by letting them in.

“The others don’t hate you. They’re just processing. Hope will too. Eventually.” “And when she does? When she learns what I really did? What will I tell her?” “The truth. Like you did with Ellie and Sam. And you’ll hope she loves you anyway.” “What if she doesn’t?” “Then we deal with it. But Hope’s different. She loves easily. Forgives easily. I think she’ll surprise you.” He wanted to believe it. That week, Hope presented her project. Came home with an A. “Teacher said our family story was interesting. That most families are boring but ours is unique.”

Nanna peered over my shoulder. I jumped, snapping the book shut. “Nothing.” “Why you readin’ it then?” “Dunno.” She leaned over the back of the sofa and snatched the book out of my hands. My eyes widened as she took in the book. “Huckleberry Finn? You’re hiding for this?” “Um, yeah.” I swallowed. Nanna opened the book. Her eyes flicked across a page before she closed it again and pulled off the dust jacket. “Maggie Hope. You sneaky devil.”

I didn't think. She grabbed Kade’s wrist this time. Not because she needed him. But because, for the first time in her life, she didn’t trust standing alone. He looked at her hand. Then at her face. Then said something that didn’t sound like comfort at all. “It’s going to get worse.” Hope swallowed hard. “I figured.” The creature stepped forward. And the night stopped pretending it was normal. The fracture in the sky pulsed again. Louder. Closer. Like it was breathing.And somewhere in the impossible space between one heartbeat and the next. Hope Daniels realized the game hadn’t ended at all. It had just changed fields.

I flinched. Even though I hated the rumpled, mismatched two-piece she wore—blue and purple? Really?—I couldn’t take my eyes off her. To be fair, I paid enough for my staff to wear killer corporate looks, my instinct argued. Another woman behind the counter, grabbed the book from her. “He released a new one?” she asked, practically bouncing. “Man is on fire!” It was clear they were talking about Anthony’s latest novel. But what I couldn’t understand was... why did I care?

She was holding her sketchbook in her lap, gripping it so hard the cover was bending. "They saw me," Hope whispered. "They saw me when I was little." "They saw you working," Aurora said. "They saw the truth." Hope looked up. Her slate-blue eyes were dark, dilated with fear, but underneath the fear was something else. Determination. "Tomorrow," Hope said. "Tomorrow," Liam agreed, leaning over to kiss her head. "You're going to be great, Rhino." Hope stood up. She smoothed her dress. "I'm not a Rhino tomorrow," she said.

Her heart nearly stopped. “You’re successful now,” she said. “You have everything. Why would you want the same girl you left behind?” “Because I never stopped loving her.” The room felt suddenly smaller. Dangerous. Hope was a dangerous emotion for Evelyn. “I don’t believe you,” she said. “You don’t have to,” Lincoln replied. “But I’m not giving up this time.” Her chest tightened again. Every man she had dated after Lincoln had been an attempt to replace something that could never truly be replaced.

Just for a little while. But if there one thing that she knew, it was that hoping for things with Smoking Hot Young Doctor Sam Frickin’ Innis was a one-way shortcut to heartbreak and heartache. Hoping for anything with him was a massive mistake. It was a fool’s errand. It was folly and it was pathetic. In her experience, hope was a malicious motherfucker in so, so many ways, more ways than she could count. Hope was cruel and taunting and, ultimately, hope was hopeless. Annie left Jax and Sarah’s beautiful home in the Rockies, and went to her shitty little car that was practically being held together with duct tape. She slammed her car door, and as she did, she also slammed down on her hope.

We shared a deep bond, forged through countless battles and hardships, and I trusted him implicitly. As I entered the room where David awaited me, his eyes filled with determination, I knew that he sought answers. He needed the information I had gathered during my visit to the police station, the pieces of the puzzle that would help us unravel the truth. Mrs. Hope's disappearance was no ordinary case; it was intertwined with the intricate workings of the supernatural world that lurked beneath the surface of Crescentville.

Levi I’d searched everywhere I could think to find Hope. It’s not like she has friends all over the world or even in the packs. Hope always kept to herself. After going to everyone she knew twice, and finding Bjorn and her sisters gone, I knew I had to rethink my strategy of finding her. Where could she possibly have gone? I was in my apartment looking over a map, trying to decide where to search next, where Hope might have gone, when it hit me. The hybrids.